"Sing first that green remote Cockaigne"

...Where whiskey-rivers run,
And every gorgeous number may
Be laid by anyone;
For medicine and rhetoric 
Lie mouldering on shelves,
While sad young dogs and stomach-aches 
Love no one but themselves.


Tell then of witty angels who
Come only to the beasts,
Of Heirs Apparent who prefer
Low dives to formal feasts;
For shameless Insecurity
Prays for a boot to lick,
And many a sore bottom finds
A sorer one to kick.


Wind up, though, on a moral note;--
That Glory will go bang,
Schoolchildren shall co-operate,
And honest rogues must hang;
Because our sound committee man
Has murder in his heart:
But should you catch a living eye,
Just wink as you depart.

(W. H. Auden, "Prospero to Ariel," The Sea and the Mirror)

We're studying this (cockaigne, not Auden) this week.